Breastfeeding is hard. I don’t care what anyone has ever said about it. For me, it was hard.
With Joseph, it was a non-event. He was early, and he couldn’t suckle with much strength. Of course I didn’t find out until his first checkup in which he had lost way too much weight. I pumped for 2 months. He never did go back on the breast. Our days and nights went like this… He wakes up about every 2 hours. I feed/diaper, get him back to sleep, or settled, and pump. 45 minutes each side. I lay down and sleep for 20 minutes. I get up and start all over again. I didn’t have a great supply, so I couldn’t pump ahead and freeze. After 2 months I just couldn’t take it anymore. I started with formula.
Logan I was able to breastfeed, and I lasted about 3 months. I have to admit, part of the problem was social pressure. We had a hard time latching on. I had to press my nipple just so, and give it to him at just the right angle. I also had to SEE to do it. So, if we were out in public, I would have to pull out a baby blanket, put it over the top of both of us (including my head – I had to see). Talk about hot and sweaty and scratchy. He was born in May so this all happened in the heart of summer.
Because, you see, I wouldn’t want to OFFEND anyone.
I regret all of that. I do. I really really do.
Then there’s this photo of Maggie Gyllenhaal. Which of course started the comments. Dude. I’m not going to go into it, because the Queen has already said it perfectly. And she started the Tit Brigade.
I sent her my photo. Those breasts attempted to feed two children in two years. It wasn’t sick. It wasn’t sexual. It was an attempted best start for my baby. And I’m sorry for the new mom I used to be – ’cause I didn’t just bare ’em and let others deal so I could feed my child (a basest of needs.) So I’m baring ’em now.
And any one who doesn’t agree can suck my you know what.
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